Tonight, daughter phoned asking about Turkeys. We had a good laugh as we remembered
the year I was pulling the legs out of a particularly stubborn Roast Chicken, (blow dryers
can come in handy for other things besides your hair and locked car doors), when with one
giant pull the leg came out, claw and all. I screamed as all my sweet children chased me
around the house with the severed leg.
Don't think I've approaced a chicken or turkey without fear since.
Merry Christmas to all.
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3 comments:
Now I'm laughing, however I believe it was dad who chased you around the house. That's still funny.
your blog is feel good......
Oh, man......I would have loved to have seen that on video!
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